Last week, when I posted that I was attending an extreme weight loss program in Las Vegas, it turned out to be a bit of a test to see if people actually clicked on the link. I will post more later (I have a bid due today and am jamming on that) but here is a picture

Your humble correspondent is roughly in the center, heading at high speed towards a looming equal-and-opposite-direction-type disaster with the camera man. It is all well and good to fully intellectualize the laws of mechanics in zero-g, and quite another to convince your body's motor control system to accept them.

Robert Dammers:

Steve Burrows:

Wicked cool!

Brings back distant memories of my father flying "astronauts" in his small plane with the family aboard. We would get, at most, 10 seconds of micro-g, long enough to bring up the lint from beneath the seats. My brother and I would bring random objects to watch tumble around the cabin, we were not permitted to release our seatbelts, alas.

John Moore:

Brings back a few memories too...

When I first got my pilots license, I would entertain myself by flying a pack of cigarettes from the top of the instrument panel into my pocket. Needless to say, almost zero-G. Also rather fun - to put your focus on the object rather than the aircraft.

When I was in the Navy, during P-3 rocket firings, I would sometimes go aft and float around in the several seconds of zero G during the maneuver.

A vomit comet, however, might be a bit more challenging, as the zero G lasts a lot longer. Hope you had fun and kept it down (or wherever your stomach is in zero G).